Prologue: Dear Diary...
To whomever finds this…or ‘Dear Diary’, as the mortals say,
First of all, I am Stellar, daughter of Loki. Most mortals think my name odd because apparently the word ‘stellar’ is used informally by teenage youth meaning ‘awesome’. I suppose that is a little unusual, but my name, as grandfather says, means ‘brilliant star’.
It was my father who named me because he believed that I would outshine many. Now, I’ve always been a little modest about that, though in reality I am quite intelligent. I am only one hundred and fourteen years old and already I have the intellectual capabilities of a genius.
Now, I wish to tell you, reader, about my history as a child. Many people think me to be devious and cunning because of my father. What many people don’t realize is that I was not formally raised by my father. You see, during most of my childhood my father was imprisoned because of wicked deeds he had done. Usually, I only spent months at a time with him, in which he would divulge to me his latest scheme. The most heartbreaking part for me was the fact that I knew his plans would never work. Sometimes, if I was lucky, my father would be imprisoned within a dungeon in the castle. I could easily visit him whenever I pleased, which made me happy. Though, most times I was not as fortunate. Sometimes I went months not knowing if my father was dead or alive. I was mostly raised by my adoptive grandfather and uncle, though my uncle had earth saving duties to do, so I couldn’t bond with him much. My grandfather, however, looked upon me as though I was his own granddaughter, though I knew I was not. He taught me how to behave well and educated me about my powers, but the one thing he would not do was talk of weaponry with me. My adoptive cousin, Tharin, would often taunt me because grandfather confided in him the details of every weapon. I knew, of course, why grandfather would not train me. One reason was because I was female, and ladies were not often educated in the ways of war. The other reason was because of my father. Grandfather knew I was to become a villain someday, so he did not want me to have immediate knowledge of the sword or the spear.
In the summer after my one hundred and tenth birthday, I learned that young warrior training was to start soon. I knew that Tharin was going so I pleaded with grandfather to let me go as well. Grandfather struggled with a decision. He knew my heart was pure, he knew that I was a gentle girl who did not want to become evil. Though he also knew that I would likely become a villain once going to an Earth school called Avenger High. He sighed and said no, but promised that I would go next year. This would mean that I would have less fighting skill than my cousin. I agreed that I would wait one year to train, but I was still undeterred in my quest for knowledge. In the next twelve months, I would cast an image of myself pacing my bedroom in case anyone decided to check on me, then I swiftly made my way to the training room where Tharin practiced each day and there I would watch him, taking in every detail of each move. I soon visually learned the art of the spear and the sword and of many other things. After I watched Tharin, I would secretly practice what I saw; using a branch I had found lying on the ground. I soon became just as good as Tharin.
The next summer arrived before I knew it, and grandfather was soon wishing me good luck in my training. I did the movements expertly of course, since I knew exactly what to do. My teacher was so impressed that he moved me up to second level training with Tharin, who was greatly surprised to see me in his class. When returning from that day’s practice, my grandfather was astounded at this news. From then on he decided to keep a closer watch on me, though there was no need, because I was very happy from then on and had no desire to get to the next level any quicker than Tharin. I only wanted to be his equal, though for a while we never spoke to each other.
Finally, a couple months ago, just after my one hundred and fourteenth birthday, my grandfather called Tharin and I to his side and told us we would be attending a school on Midguard, a school meant to channel our powers for good or for evil. He looked at Tharin when he said ‘good’ and at me when he said ‘evil’. I tried to hide my sorrow. I did not want to seem wicked in my grandfather’s eyes, nor anyone else’s eyes for that matter. I wanted to be good, though I had no idea how I would accomplish this since I knew my father’s reputation was just as bad on earth, what with the Battle of New York still fresh in everyone’s minds.
It is now almost time for me to leave for my first day of school. Grandfather has allowed my father to escort me to and from the Bifrost every day from school, since this is a precious moment to him. My father is not a person of sentiment to many, but he has always loved me because he felt I was like him in my own way. He does have his moments, but I still love him because he is my father. I just hope that the Midguardian youth do not think me as evil as he is. I really wish to make a good impression and make good friends just like any other girl of my age.
Hoping for the best,
Daughter of Loki